"I came in for a coffee and stayed for the records. By midnight I had bought a Bill Evans LP from the barista and missed three trains. Worth it."
Helena Marques
graphic designer · regular since '19
A small-batch coffee roastery in the old print district. Vinyl on the speakers, espresso at the bar, hands on the beans. Open since 2014, mostly to ourselves.
— pour №47, monday
— small batch №14
— what we actually do here
Roasted beans. Records. Espresso. Room. The four things that make this place ours — repeated weekly, polished slowly, and never quite finished.
— Tuesday roast
Drum roasted in twelve-kilo batches, three times a week. We watch the colour change through a tiny window — by eye, by smell, by ear. The beans rest seven days before they reach you.
— weekly rotation
— side B, friday
Every Friday at eight, we open the back door, swap the espresso machine for a record player, and pour cocktails out of vintage glassware until midnight. Bring your own LP, leave with someone else's.
— fridays from 20:00
— morning pull
Two-group lever machine, mid-1960s, restored in our workshop. Every cup is pulled by hand at exactly nine bars. Pressure, time, temperature — the three things we don't compromise on.
— by the lever
— wednesday, 14:32
Long communal tables, slow wifi, no laptops on Sundays. The corner under the print shop window is unofficially reserved for whoever shows up first with a manuscript. Pencils on the house.
— open all day
— from the bar this week
Posted on the chalkboard every Monday. Change with the season, the weather and the mood of the kitchen.
Full menuSingle origin Yirgacheffe. Dark cocoa, almond, soft citrus.
Double shot, cinnamon syrup, brown butter foam, sea salt finish.
Twenty-four hour cold brew, charged with nitrogen. Cream of stout.
Burnt basque, coffee crumb, dark caramel, sea salt flakes.
Cold brew over vanilla bean ice cream. Served in a vintage glass.
Hickory-smoked vanilla syrup, double shot, whole milk.
— pinned to the wall
Eight rolls of film, mostly cheap, mostly good. Polaroids from the bar, photographs from the floor, late-night frames from the back room.
— the back booth
— side B, midnight
— wednesday pour
— tuesday roast
— the lever
— the long table
— thursday rosette
— tap №2
— what's on this month
Four nights a month, the cafe becomes something else — a record store, a workshop, a small concert, a Sunday brunch room.
All events14
MAR
— Records, espresso, second-hand seats.
22
MAR
— Pull, steam, rosette, repeat.
29
MAR
— Live music, low light, big plates.
30
MAR
— Long tables, brown butter, vinyl.
— from the corkboard
"I came in for a coffee and stayed for the records. By midnight I had bought a Bill Evans LP from the barista and missed three trains. Worth it."
Helena Marques
graphic designer · regular since '19
"The cinnamon bun latte ruined every other coffee for me. I told them. They wrote 'sorry' in chocolate dust on my next one. I love this place."
Olu Adekoya
writer · lagos · lisbon
"Took my dad here on a Friday. He's seventy, hates loud music, loves jazz. He sat down, heard Miles Davis, ordered two espressos, and stayed three hours."
Tomás Ribeiro
filmmaker · porto
"I write here on Tuesday mornings. The light through the print-shop window changes the texture of every sentence. Two novels have ended at the back booth."
Mira Costa
novelist · lisbon
— pour yourself in
Doors open at seven. The first pour of the day goes to whoever made it in before sunrise. Bring a notebook, an empty seat, or someone to share it with.